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I imagined it would be like preparing a body for burial, one last loving touch to each wall, each floor before saying goodbye. I was grateful my daughter, seven, came with me. This house holds her earliest memories, the ones that hover, wordless, in...
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Last summer my older children discovered two large, black and yellow spiders in our neighbor’s flower garden. The first was heavy and round and we marveled at her girth as she sat swaying in the breeze, resting on the zigzagging line that ran down the...
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. . . I return again to a remarkable story by Isak Dinesen form her years spent in Africa. One day, out in the bush, she came upon a beautiful snake, its skin glistening with subtle, variegated colors. She raved so much about that snakeskin that one of her...
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The ruddy Cardinal perched in the barren peach tree and the Robin who wings from branch to fence by way of the garden, these and more who fill the air each day, pose a persistent question: When will you realize? The song your heart sings is enough; that song...
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I left the house in a huff of anger and frustration, pulling away from the curb without a plan. I wanted quiet and space and a place to use my computer and phone, but beyond all of that I needed to be near water. I needed to sit and watch it moving,...
